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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

VALE

I fall into Nash’s arms, and his grip is vicious. With gritted teeth, his eyes blaze, furious.

This can go a hundred ways, so I might as well make it go mine.

“Let’s not make this weird.” I find my footing. “Yes, I was listening, and yes, I’m playing in that tournament with you next week.”

“Over my dead body,” Nash growls.

“Well, that sounds like a real possibility, and I’d really hate it because you’ve grown on me like a yeast infection, so let me help.”

“We need a motion sensor alert outside that door.” I hear Michael Cummings snarl.

Scratch that: Axel. He’s snarling and pissed about me snooping, and he can kiss my ass.

All’s fair in mafia and sex shops.

I shuffle, my arms still held by Nash’s hands. Hands that probably itch to strangle me, but let’s save the kink for later.

“Jace is right,” I say. “I’m in. I know who you are, what you do, and I know the plan, and I’m part of it. I can play any man under the table on that course, so let me. Let me control the game while you get what you want.”

“It’s not a bad idea,” Jace adds. “She’s a champion player and a champion’s daughter. It’ll distract him.”

I glance around the angry wall of Nash to try and get a glimpse of the room, and oh, my Bratva beast sex den, do I.

Black ceiling and walls with the gilded wall trim painted gold. Tall, golden candelabras. Gold velvet curtains framing the windows to the sunny courtyard below. Seven black king’s chairs. Seven white queen’s chairs. A large, low leather platform, like a bed, between them.

It’s elegant. Eerie. Enticing. The setting drips with opulence and orgasms. The implications of the arrangement erotic beyond my wildest fantasies.

Please tell me they do what I think they do in here.

Please tell me Nash won’t do it again.

Jace stands beside his brothers. They tower with muscles and tattoos. Damn, that’s a helluva hot DNA pool.

Clearly, my eyes work, but my heart and body belong to one man.

He’s the one holding me, ripping my curious stare back to his as he fumes, “You and I are going to have a long talk.”

“Is it about the birds and the bees?”

I hear Jace snort behind him, but Nash tightens his grip. “No, poison. It’s about bruises and bullets.”

He whips his glare around, barking at Jace, “I’m taking her home, and you’re covering for her. Tell her sister she’s going to get her dress fitted.”

“For the record,” I hear Sire add, “I vote yes. Test her and see if she wants to join us.”

I don’t get time to enthusiastically second his vote because Nash manhandles me. He practically lifts me by the arms and carries me out of the room.

The door slams behind us. The customers and Blair can be heard downstairs, but I can only focus on Nash and what I did.

“I’m sorry that I’m not sorry,” I press. “It’s like you said, we’re in this together, so let me be the Bonnie to your Clyde.”

“They were killed in an ambush; you know that, right?” He seethes, his voice low, “And that’s exactly what can happen to us. At any moment or on that golf course, we can be ambushed. I can protect you from one, two, maybe three men, but not a half dozen or more with you in their sights.”

“But someone in there said it’s covered. That you can secure the club and course.”

“Nothing is ever truly secure. It’s just degrees of safety you try to control.”

“Well, I can control a golf game better than any of you could, and you know it’s a good idea. I can be the ultimate distraction.” I bat my lashes. “Imagine the sexy little golf dress I can wear.”

Whoops! I pushed too far.

The beast roars, “Home! Now!”

If Nash could take me by the hair like a caveman and drag me home, he would. Not that I’d let him, but I appreciate the instinct. He wants to hide me away so no one can hurt me.

Too late.

Ironically, the more I’m around Nash and his menacing men, the less I’m afraid.

After he aims his gun, clearing my apartment, he slams the door behind us. Three times, he flips the locks, securing them. Then he pushes the loveseat in front of it before he takes a seat and ponders the gun in his hand.

I flop down, sitting on the edge of my bed, and wait. And wait. And wait. And wait.

“Wow, you really never shut up, do you?”

“You really have no idea what you’re asking to do,” he answers.

“I’m not asking; I’m telling you, I’m playing in that tournament. That man traffics girls and women, and probably boys, too, and hurts them in the most horrific ways. So long before you and your Bratva beasts get a hold of him, I just might take my 9-iron to his skull and yell, ‘Fore,’ before I smash it open.”

I catch it; Nash tries not to smile. I grab my phone on my nightstand and start tapping.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“I’m putting the tournament on my calendar, along with the days we’re going to fight about it and the days we’ll get kinky and make up. It’s what we do, and who wants a scheduling conflict?”

“ This is a conflict,” he barks, “and it’s one you won’t win.”

“Oh, come on,” I coax. “You gotta admit that you like it. It kind of turns you on; me and you working together.”

He licks his bottom lip.

“You kind of like that I’m not afraid,” I add. “I’m not intimidated by you or your men. I know I can trust them. Yeah, that Axel one can be a royal dickhead, but I adore Jace and Grant, and I think that Sire dude is right. Test me and see if I want to join you.”

Tensely, he sets his gun down on the loveseat. Glaring at me, he draws several deep breaths before he reaches down, adjusting himself, making a salacious shiver whip through me. He’s getting hard.

He rises like a threat, and I’m thrilled.

“You want me to test you, Vale?” He jeers, “Do you want me to show you what we do if you’re mine?”

“Yes,” I sigh because I have a very taboo idea of what they do, how they bond, and how I will come to sit on one of their queen’s chairs.

Nash stalks my way, ripping his shirt over his head, tossing it aside as my teeth catch my bottom lip. He makes fast work of losing his shoes, pants, and boxers. He’s huge and raging hard, muscles and ink everywhere, and my body ignites.

Standing by the edge of my bed, just feet away, he demands, “Lift your skirt, pull your panties aside, and show me what you want me to test.”

I obey.

“I’m clear,” his voice strains, “but do you want me to use a condom?”

“No. I’m clear and protected, too.” And I’m already wet with his command, and the naughty display I’m giving him, tugging my panties aside and showing him my pussy only makes me slick even more.

He stares like a starving animal at my exposed sex, so I clench it for him. I have Kegel’s that can crack rocks. I practice with my yoni eggs and his eyelids hood, watching how I can make my pussy pulse for him. Around him. It stirs his cock, soaring thick and veiny, a pearly drop leaking at the sight.

“Take them off,” he demands about my panties, “and give them to me.”

I lift my hips, wedging my panties off, leaving my schoolgirl miniskirt on while I drop my soaked cotton in his outstretched hand. When he lifts them to his nose, taking a deep inhale of my musk, my teeth grab my bottom lip, my thighs opening for him again.

I love showing him my pussy, how I’m wet for him. The hunger in his eyes is addictive. It’s my drug. He’s fighting something inside, but I know how to win.

Teasing my fingertip over my excited clit, I beg, “Please, Mr. Allen, fuck me. I’ve fantasized about you for so long, and you know it. You know I want your cock.” I slide a finger inside, slowly pumping it. “Please fuck this tight, little pussy like you wanted to that night by the pool.”

He drops my panties and spits in his palm before wetting his shaft with it, stalking my way.

I scoot back on the bed, making room for him, but like an animal, he’s faster. He’s on me. His knees wedge my thighs apart before he rips my blouse open. Buttons fly as he tugs the lace cups of my bra down, making my breasts succulent and exposed. He leans down, sucking one, then biting it before he does the same to the other.

I moan, looking down to see Nash’s spit trailing from my nipple to his lips while he demands, “Say it, Vale. Say it one more time so we have no doubt.”

“Fuck me,” I demand. “Fuck me hard and now and test me. Test how much I can take of you because I want you, Nash. I want all of you.”

In one brutal thrust, he’s inside me, and we both cry out. Oh, my god, he’s huge. With the next pump of his cock, I scream, “Yes!” and I don’t stop.

“Fuck, poison,” he growls over my lips, wanting to kiss them, I know. So he takes my ear, letting me hear while he grabs my throat, his cock thrusting inside.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he says. “So fucking tight, Vale. That’s it. Lift your hips. Yes, baby, fuck me back. Take me.”

I do. I am. I will.

I’m feral and fighting to have Nash inside me as much as he’s a savage and pounding to do it. Over and over and forever. He’s a beast when he fucks, and it only thrills me, my desire making his thrusts smack, the sounds of our hunger filling the room.

“So good.” His breath urges. “Fuck, you’re so good, Vale.”

I think I’m screaming. I think I’m gasping, loving his perfect strangle of my throat, loving the hard thrusts of his cock, his force lusciously shocking my clit. I found it. I found him. This is more than I ever imagined. This is more than anything I’ve ever felt. We’ve burned to do this for so long, and our flames are hot.

“Nash!” I can feel it building. My body has never done this. I’ve never felt like I could come, but I will.

I want to. I need to.

He lifts, hovering his lips over mine, almost biting my cheek when I grab his back and swivel my hips under his pumping cock. “ Fuucckk , yes,” he groans, his ripped muscles tensing, his body desperate and seeking like mine.

“Nash, please.” He sees me, letting him take me to my edge. He sees my pleasure, what he’s giving me that no one else has, and it makes him pump deeper as I meet his thrusts.

Lifting my hips, my fingernails mark his ass while I tightly clench my walls around him. It’ll help my orgasm, if I ever will, making my sex seize him, milk him, pulling him deeper inside.

“Goddamn, what are you doing to me?” He marvels, feeling my grabbing need, my clit starting to ignite. “Fuck, Vale. That’s good.” His lips shake. “So good.” His eyes begin to roll. Yes, I’m getting there, too. He delivers hard, pounding thrusts, deeper and deeper like I’m taking him. Like he can’t get enough of me. Like he can’t control it. “Fuck, Vale,” he grunts. “Oh, fuck, baby, I’m coming. I’m sorry. Fuucckk !”

With three more thrusts of his cock, battering my sex, every muscle on his beautiful inked body tenses. Nash stills inside me while he grunts, clenching his jaw. The animal in his eyes is trapped by desire while he stares into mine and comes, spilling deep inside me.

“Fuck,” he exhales. He fights for breath. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” He kisses my huffing cheek. “I’m sorry, baby. You make me feel sixteen again, and I’ve wanted you too much for too long. I couldn’t control it. You felt so good moving your hips like that, and I lost it.”

“It’s okay,” I pant, wrapping my legs around his waist, holding him inside. We feel natural. We feel right. “This feels good, too.”

He traps my gaze while he brushes the hair from my face. He’s still finding his breath, too. “No, my poison, I’m not settling for good enough with you. You know I do everything three times,” he promises, “so the next two are for you.”

I peck his nose. “Just tell me if I passed the first test.”

“After all those books you’ve read? After all you’ve studied? Goddamn, woman, you know how to fuck,” he praises. “What were you doing with your pussy?”

“This.”

I clench tight around him again, and he shudders, groaning, “Fuck, that’s it.”

Gently, he puts his forehead to mine, nuzzling our noses. With another breath, he sighs, “You’re the best I’ve ever had, and that’s the only test you need to pass.”

His praise lights up my heart. The way we feel together is pure. The way he’s looking at me makes me believe in him, in us. I’m not afraid of this. I want everything with him.

I trace my fingertip over his thick brow and boldly ask, “What are the other tests?”

His face falls serious. He doesn’t pause. He gets it over with. “I fuck you in front of the other kings. I prove to them you’re my queen and that you want to be with me … with … us ; that’s the first test.”

My breath deepens. My lust that ebbed after he came comes flooding right back. “Okay,” I sigh.

“Okay?” He raises a brow. “You’re okay with me fucking you in front of my brothers?”

“I’ve had sex in public before. I mean, at the club. Why would that be any different?”

“I know you’ve had sex at the club,” he says. “I’ve watched you.”

“What?” This is news. “I’ve never seen you there.”

“There’s a VIP room on the third level, the one above the main floor. It’s one-way glass, and I’ve stood there, watching you.”

Which question to ask next? My head’s unsure, but my heart needs to know, “How did it make you feel?”

Because if I had to watch Nash with another woman, I’d want to die. He’s not mine, but why does it feel like he is? Why does it feel like I can’t bear to share him, to lose him?

“To watch you with other women?” He admits, “I got jealous, but it turned me on. To watch you with other men?” He confesses, “I wanted to kill them, so I had to leave. It made me sick and furious for days. Weeks, honestly. Hell, I still am.”

“I never came,” I rush. “Not once, and I never kissed anyone. It wasn’t love or anything; I was just exploring, just desperate. I was trying to get out of this cage inside.” I trace over his lips. “The one only you can open.”

His eyes flutter like I’m touching his heart. Like I’ve found his soul. And I want to tell him everything. Why I flinch. Why I don’t kiss.

But I don’t want him to see me as a victim because I’m not. I’m a survivor. I’m strong, and no one has ever made me feel as safe and sexy as Nash. Only he makes me feel this free, too.

“Poison,” he sighs, “you say you want to pass our tests, and I believe you. It’s your body; you know what you want. But it’s my heart, too. I don’t know if I can take it.”

“Can take what?”

He’s propped up on his elbows, gazing down at me. He’s softening inside me, like my heart.

“This. Me and you,” he says. “It took me forty-four years to feel this way for a woman, and I swear to you, it’s not a feeling I’ll ever share with anyone else.”

Same.

I bite my lip, letting my sudden tear escape, sliding down and wetting my hair. “And it took me almost thirty years to feel this.” I smile. “To feel how it’s supposed to feel. It’s a feeling I’ll only share with you, Nash. I promise.”

He nuzzles his nose to mine before wrapping me in his arms and rolling us to lie side by side. Briefly, I sit up and take off what’s left of my clothes before I return to his waiting arms, lying on his chest.

He kisses my hair before he unbraids it. He’s done it several times like he’s obsessed with freeing my strands until they’re black waves tumbling down my back. Then, he presses my head to his chest and laces his fingers through, combing my hair as if it calms him. It must, because it soothes me, too.

For minutes, I swim in our silence, connected like this, and I have no doubt only with Nash will I ever feel this way. It makes me confident. It makes me brave.

“Can I confess something?”

He tickles my arm. “Yes.”

“Scratch that: Can I ask a question?”

His chest softly shakes with laughter. “That’s more like it.”

“You said last night that whatever you do in that room with your Bratva brothers makes you hard. Then you said you’d never allow it to be done to me. And then that made us get so hot and horny that I sucked your cock and played with your ass and?—”

“Is there a question in there somewhere?”

“Yes.” I rise and confront his amused stare. “Is it your kink? Fucking in front of others?”

“Sometimes. Sometimes it’s not.”

“What makes it not?”

“Details,” he warns.

I raise a brow.

“I’m serious,” he answers. “That’s what the tests are for. To see if it’s what you really want.”

“I do want it,” I rush. “I want to be with you. I want you to make me yours. I think… I think I’ll get off on it.” I chew my lip. “That’s my confession.”

Something stirs in his eyes, then I see it stir his cock.

“You’ll get off on it too, won’t you?” I ask. “It’s making you hard just thinking about it.”

“What makes me hard and will get me off…” His voice is low. He rolls me over, pinning me down. “Is showing everyone you’re mine and how I’ll never share you.”